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“Is that what they say about me? I'm stuff of nightmares?”“You own a city and you painted it with your colors,” Jimin says, his voice is quiet and his scent subdued. “Why wouldn't people have nightmares about you? You are scary.”“Are you scared of me?”

Yoongi owns a city that he painted red until a man that doesn't seem to truly exist steals something from him. And all the strings lead to Jimin, a succubus who works in one of his brothels.

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As midnight strikes, the curtains, just like Yoongi thought, open and they reveal the Gumiho.Yoongi wasn't expecting this.He heard stories of Gumihos, of horrible and cruel demons that craved blood, who looked half human and half foxes, bloody creatures who appeared as cunning as they were. But from where Yoongi is standing, all he can see is a young man.He can't be much younger than him and—and there's nothing cruel to him. The third floor is high and Yoongi can't really see him well, but he knows that there is nothing horrible about his features, nothing that could have him thinking that the young man is a fox.All Yoongi knows, at this point, is that the Gumiho looks beautiful.

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Jimin gets lost in this quiet for a few minutes, kneading the flesh of Yoongi's thigh until he hears a soft gasp. He opens his eyes and notices the subtle shift of Yoongi's hips, arms, and legs tight around the pillow.Oh."Having fun?" Jimin asks, arching an eyebrow.Yoongi doesn't reply but, with the knowledge that he's been caught, he grows brazen. He humps the pillow with more intention, hips rolling against it, eyes lidded and staring at Jimin.

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"Is this a joke?" he asks.Jimin shrugs and puts the mug down. "Does it seem like a joke to you?""No, but I'm kinda hoping it is.""It's not a joke."This is just slightly—how to say it? Fucked up."Hyung," Jungkook begins saying. "Did you just offer me a flier that allows me to have a free session with a prostate masseur?"

PROMPT: Jungkook going for a sensual prostate massage - excuse him he hasn't gotten laid in months - and there he meets Taehyung, his hot masseur.

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“It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then, quietly, and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.”

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“If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.”

The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.

(Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)

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Yoongi finds a strand of pearls caught on his fishing hook, but when he tries making off with them as goods to sell he’s not prepared to find an annoyed mermaid glaring at him over the edge of his boat, demanding he give them back or else.

Just what’s a guy supposed to do after he’s pissed off a mermaid—merman...merperson? Easy, make a deal with them and watch his life change.

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neon lights and pulsing beats, and a single star in a sea of dark.

that's how yoongi will later say it started; with hues of blue and purple and pink and red, and one radiant star. and then many stars, and then heat, and then the morning sun. it'll be sappy, and he'll only tell the story once, but it'll be too late either way.